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A Bed Of Fear
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A Bed Of Fear

basking in human godship
due to your doubt,
never can I be esnared.
for what good is an ice cube
to the magnitude of the sun?
have you consummated
self assuredly
such pride in aloofness?
facetiously with kin
brooding on,
in a bed of fear.
a manifestation
that cannot be
good news to hear.
drugged with wanting
the scare of freedom,
not wanting
the sacred touch of oblivion.

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to be honest, this poem is really inspiring and sweet.
Amazing...You got some real talent and know how to channel it.